The secret passages beneath the palace had become a slaughterhouse.
Kael led the charge, his massive partially shifted form barely fitting the narrow stone corridors. Dark fur rippled across his shoulders and chest, claws gouging deep furrows into the walls with every stride. The mating bond blazed like molten iron in his chest, Seren was close, so close he could taste her scent beneath the reek of wolfsbane and blood. Her fear, her pain, her sudden fierce surge of new strength all slammed into him and his brothers in relentless waves.
"Faster!" he snarled, voice distorted by elongated fangs.
Aeron moved at his left flank, eyes glowing with cold calculation even as his own wolf tore at the edges of control. His claws were fully extended, silver-flecked blood already streaking his forearms. Theron ghosted along the right, melting in and out of the deeper shadows, his movements silent and lethal.
